Thoughts In Nature


Sometimes I catch

my thoughts

in a net

of what ifs.

Free of condition

and the limitations it presents

To frolic in the grass

without a shadow of fear

lurking behind my back.

Every step.

Not a crack.

To climb a tree – yes!

Let’s seek higher ground!

To jump to the sky.

Let’s commune on the clouds

To be quite honest…

I doubt I’d ever come down

But my hands start to sweat

The release of the net!

Metamorphosis –

Turned before my eyes

My what ifs are now butterflies

And I watch them fly far away

Such beauty to look at –

But not mine to save

I am hauntingly captivated


© 2018 Mena B.

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